The ceiling looks so beautiful when it's too dark to see it
Reminds me of the colors that I feel inside my being
The mere thought of euphoria is ultimately freeing
But it seems so out of reach
So every now and then I think of what it is that ages
My spirit and my body need to make a few exchanges
But misery loves company, and misery's contagious
And I ain't getting what I need
Am I just a waste of talent?
They all say that what I'm feeling is invalid
But it's not that I ain't up for the challenge
I'm just a little bit chemically imbalanced
It can't be my imagination
I think my dopamine had an evacuation
They all say that it's good for inspiration
But I think I need a little medication
Now don't me get wrong, I know I've got the capacity
I'm just trying to reflect on my agreement with gravity
I could go to the doctor, beg to be a zombie
Turn him to a monster, and disappoint somebody
Maybe I'm just going through a phase
I hope to God that's true and that the sun comes early
So maybe I could sleep during the day
And take a break from reality
So tell me
Am I just a waste of talent?
They all say that what I'm feeling is invalid
But it's not that I ain't up for the challenge
I'm just a little bit chemically imbalanced
It can't be my imagination
I think my dopamine had an evacuation
They all say that it's good for inspiration
But I think I need a little medication
(I think I need a little medication)